Desperate Arrangement {aominecchi x Shicchan}

[Shicchan]

Elijah Foster

Age: 21

Nicknames: Eli, Foster

 

Physical

 

Has short light brown curly hair and freckles over his cheeks and bridge of the nose. His eyes are olive-green and he has fair skin. Wears black-framed glasses to see things far away, he has a little bit of myopia.

 

His body is not like an athlete’s but he has a decent build due to regular volleyball practice.

 

He measures around 185cm.

Personality

 

An extrovert who loves partying and hates compromise. He’s a free soul who can’t stand being with only one person at a time.

 

Lazy but determined as hell when he wants to. Stubbornness is a keyword to describe him.

 

Backstory

 

He has multiple sex friends and has his fun whenever he wants. He’s a chick magnet and really enjoys that trace.

 

Eli is very caring for those he truly loves and is able to do whatever it takes to help them in any kind of situation.

 

He does not like his family, at all. Mostly because, from being from such a traditional one, he isn’t allowed to decide lots of thing for himself. There’s always an approval, an evaluation, a yes or a no from a family chef and that is a pain in the ass.

 

His dream is to live alone, free of family responsibilities. He wants to live from music. But being the eldest son of the patriarchy Foster makes him next in line to success and inherit the family company.

 

Unless a miracle happens.

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Starter:

As usual, Eli woke up without having the faintest idea what his freaking family was up to. On that specific day, he was wakened up rather early and informed he would not be going to college. He was also told to dress up in fine clothes (that were already separated on top of his dresser) and come downstairs for a quick breakfast because he had a really important meeting at ten.

 

He wasn’t a morning person and digest that whole bunch of information was quite too much. He was still slightly hungover from last night and found out he still had Stella’s company. He apologized to the blonde and gently kissed her forehead.

 

She laughed softly after the instructions were given by the butler, who did not come into the room for privacy reasons. James knew Elijah wasn’t alone. “So~ What will busy Mr. Foster do for the evening?”, she asked in a soft voice, caressing the tall male’s bare chest. “Hm, no idea. I hope nothing, but meetings can always take longer than expected”, he groaned.

 

“Awesome. Then we’ll finish the project.” Other than being his sex friend, Stella has been probably his closest friend ever since high school. And she was the only girl he brought home because she was already used to how things worked for Eli’s place. Oh, and also, his parents told him to strictly avoid bringing every lady he banged with home because it was a “respectful" place.

 

They both got up and Stella picked up her clothes and started dressing up. “You're not gonna shower first, hun?”, Eli asked with a raised eyebrow. She pouted. “Even though I love your shower, mom’s been texting me for quite a while. I really have to go.” She said and the male nodded, smiling a bit. “Send kisses to her”, he said then fully undressed.

 

Stella smiled and pulled him into a kiss. “I will”, she replied with a smile. “See you later, hopefully”, the blond said after pulling her hair up in a bun. “Bye, Stella”. he said then got into his shower.

 

Elijah did his obligations and in less than an hour, he was already waiting at the place James told the meeting would take place. His mother and father were there, waiting for him, and even though he asked, they didn’t tell him the real reason, because it was “unnecessary”, in their point of view.

 

Bullshit.

 

It took less than five minutes for him to see three familiar faces walk out of a car that parked in front of the restaurant. Eli’s eyes widened and he looked at his parents, resigned. “What the hell is happening?”, he asked, having a really bad feeling about that whole situation. What were his family’s archenemies doing walking in there and sitting with them? And why did they brought /him/ with them?

 

Something was really wrong.

[aominecchi]

 

 

 

Appearance

( didn't find anything yet )

 

Ethan Clarke | Male | Twenty One

182cm 5'11" | 73kg 160lbs

 

❤ Neatness, reading, smoking

. ✖ Socializing, waking up early, sweet food

 

Personality: Ethan's attitude may appear snobbish to most, but in fact he is just serious in everything. From the way he speaks, to his gestures. Also, he always shares his opinion and is frequently brutally honest about it. Despite this, he knows how to act in front of people the best, being a very good liar.

 

Past: Being raised in a traditional family, Ethan is what would call a 'model' child and son. He has always been serious in his studies and has never disappointed. Frienship is a word unknown to him as he prefers to be alone. Sometimes, he feels caged and limited because of his parents' expectations but he still hasn't rebelled, nor does he plan to anytime soon.

 

Other: Is addicted to smoking. Ethan thinks smoking relaxes him.

 

 

One particular morning, Ethan was instructed to wake up earlier than usual and to not attend his university classes. There were many plausible explanations for this odd request, since his parents always pressured him into attending Law school and excel in his studies, but what would follow next, he could not imagine not even in his wildest dreams. Their family business had turned bad as of late, Ethan knew that. The family was looking into possible solutions, Ethan knew that as well. However, marry someone to save the business? That is unheard of.

 

Okay, maybe it's not unheard of. What is totally shocking, is the candidate. Just at the mere thought of that person, the razor slides down Ethan's hand and slightly cuts him under the jaw. He really shouldn't shave so early in the morning, especially while having such thoughts. Now he knows why his parents kept insisting on not revealing their plans until the very last day, or else he would have refused. Now, such an option doesn't even exist as the meeting has already been arranged and Ethan doesn't want conflict.

 

Approximately an hour later, Ethan had dressed up and awaited at the backseat of their car, along with the driver. Gosh, he hated such events. Moreover, it had to be that Foster guy. Of all the people to choose from, it just had to be the worst of them all. "You were really desperate, huh?" He exhaled with a soft sigh towards his mother who just entered the car, tilting her head in confusion. "Excuse me honey?" She apologized, not really catching her son's remarks towards Elijah Foster. Ethan in return simply shook his hand. "Nevermind. I was talking to myself." The puzzled look on the mother's face did not disappear, however, she decided to change subject. "I know you object to this arrangement Dear, but please understand it's for the benefit of all of us. Fosters' son is a very good kid. Love can follow later, it is not necessary for a married couple." Ethan mockingly nodded while adjusting his tux. "Oh, yeah. I am sure you know better." Why were they even having this talk? Thank God father stayed silent throughout the trip, or else Ethan would have gone mad.

 

Alas, they arrived at their destination and let the driver know at what time to pick them up later. Ethan exited first out the vehicle, feeling he would suffocate if he stayed a second longer while having his archenemy as a topic of discussion... or love. "Remember." His mother stopped him seconds beforing entering and then whispered. "Be nice." I am always nice, he would have replied but he knows it's a total lie. Instead, he simply forced a bright smile and then eloquently sat down the table, where Elijah's parents also where.

 

God, he needs to smoke.

 

[Shicchan]

“Well, my son. You’re going to meet your fiancé.” His mother replied without really changing her usual serene tone of voice. The brunet widened his eyes and almost gagged for a moment. “Holy shit. I never knew we were that broke. Goddammit”, he cussed acidly before regaining his composure since his future spouse would be coming in to meet him and his family along too. And also, his father’s piercing gaze helped him know this wasn’t a joke. His parents have just arranged their son to marry another man.

 

He hated the fact his parents never told him anything beforehand. That was a very filthy strategy to make him not be able to refuse the stupid and selfish shit they always pushed him to do. Honestly? A man? And besides, that freaking Clarke? The robot son, as he nicknamed? He was so angry.

 

In any case, he knew that exploding at that moment wouldn’t bring any kind of benefit. What could bring some kind of advantage was the fact he could freely refuse to marry. And that would be a good way to control his parents somehow. Maybe not control them, but actually making them agree on something he would want to do. That was a great chance.

 

He took in a deep breath and allowed the social demands take over, letting an actual happy smile appear on his face at the sight of his… Future husband and his family. Elijah greeted them politely and cordially, managing not to glare at the cyborg.

 

After everyone took their seats, Eli was placed right beside Ethan. "At least he smells nice…” was his first thought before the meeting started. Being the heir of a huge perfume company, his nose had to be good and perceptive. He usually noticed the scent even before looking at the person’s face. For an example, he knew all Stella’s perfumes.

 

“We would like to thank you very much for accepting the invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke. And we want to say it’s an honor to have Ethan joining the Fosters.”, his father spoke up, with his polite and "truly thankful" smile.

 

Elijah smiled once again in an unperceptive forced way. He was speechless about meeting future Mr. Foster. Or maybe becoming Mr.Clarkle.

[aominecchi]

 

As if meeting him wasn't enough, they just had to sit next to each other as well, Ethan thinks will conjuring up the brightest smile of his life in front of the Fosters. He had to be careful in his word and actions as to not displease his future in laws, a feat easily achieved for him. Truly, a robot child. His attention momentarily shifts to Elijah, whom seemed to put on an act as well, and then chuckled, slightly leaning closer. "A copy cannot exceed the original." Ethan taunted, receiving a gentle nudge from his mother in return. Apparently his voice wasn't as discreet as possible.

 

The meeting continued smoothly, till the Fosters had the audacity to actually say out loud they are proud a Clarke will be joining their family. Their. Upon hearing these words, Ethan instantly shoots daggers from his eyes towards the father but attempts to conceal his expression with a short and polite laugh of agreement. "Mother if you let this slide, I will not forgive you." He whispered while gritting his teeth, the father being quiet as usual. When was that man's voice last heard, nobody really knows.

 

"Ahahahaha." Ethan's mother awkwardly laughed after listening to her son's request and then fidgeted, grabbing the menu in an attempt to change the subject slowly. "The honor is ours. Accepting a family like the Fosters into ours is a great privilege. I am sure the children will get along just fine." She turned her gaze towards Elijah, addressing him this time. "Right?" Her hand slapped Ethan's shoulder afterwards, as a signal to take the lead because she had started to ran out of words. Moreover, father's judgmental stare discouraged her.

 

Ethan tried very hard not to roll his eyes at the awkwardness that he just witnessed, coming from his family no less and then softly sighed, slightly shaking his head in disappointment. "As my mother stated, we are very honored indeed. Despite our families owning rival companies, I have always loved your Stars collection. I am especially wearing Number Seven, even know." A horrendous lie. Just smelling those perfumes bring him to the verge of fainting. They are suffocating and he would not wear, not even a drop, had this meeting not been for the greater good of the family and their company.

 

Father's previous judgmental stare turned into a warm smile, being proud of his son's words. Ethan, on the other hand, feels thankful to have studied law, or else he would not know how to deal these kind of situations. Right... So, the faster they finish this, the better. "Shall we order?" He smiles while picking up the catalogue and he then offers it to Elijah. "Hope you choke on this." He whispered with an angelic smile and got himself another menu, in order to decide what to eat.

[Shicchan]

The brunet felt alarmed when the Clarke boy leaned closer to him, however he didn’t back off and stood where he was, looking at the tall man. What he whispered made him momentarily narrow his eyes but quickly find a way out of the situation. “Yes, of course not.” He replied in a normal tone of voice, with a warm smile. His father looked at his son with an almost confused look that turned into an almost proud one. It was a great advance for his little boy not to snap back immediately!

 

 

It was so pleasing for Elijah to see how bothered his fiancé got after hearing what his dad said to them, so he gladly stored that information in his mind. Of course he would tease his “lover” when the time was right. He watched his future mother in law struggle to come with a way to suppress the discomfort in a polite way. He wouldn’t lie, Ethan had a nice lying ability. But for a robot, that was an easy thing to do. Memorize. Copy. Smile. Repeat.

 

 

“Oh, thank you very much, Ethan”, his mother said with a polite smile. Eli wouldn’t lie the guy had strategy and knew how to use his tools.

 

 

“That’s a great suggestion”, the younger male agreed when the one beside him suggested they should order. In fact, the sooner it ended, the better. He didn’t know for how much longer he would be able to be decent in that situation. That jerk did not seem like a trustworthy person.

 

 

He watched as he passed the menu to him and wasn’t phased by the kind words he got. “I hope the same for you, Robocop”, he whispered in return, smiling innocently up at Ethan.

 

 

In no time, everybody had chosen what they would eat and the mechanical conversation was on while they ate. Every now and then someone would make a polite comment and someone else would reply just as politely. Everything was so perfect it was irritating. Once they were done eating, the second atomic bomb of the day was thrown from his mother’s mouth.

 

 

“And since we believe the boys need a little break to get used to the idea, we thought there was nothing better than a relaxing trip to the (small paradisiac island name)’s !”, she started with a bright smile while Eli’s father handed an envelope for Ethan and another one for his own son. “I consulted with (Ethan’s father’s name) to make sure the week wouldn’t be a crucial one for you college, Ethan”. He continued his wife’s speech with a polite smile.

 

 

Eli, who had no idea about that trip, had his olive eyes widened for a brief moment. What the hell did his parents think when they decided it would be a GREAT thing for him to go on a trip with this motherfucking devil? Getting used to the idea their asses. He was really angry. Even though he loved going to the beach, the companion as well as the conditions weren’t what you’d call ideal. Not even close.

 

 

“The trip is in a day”. His mother informed, with an angelic smile.

[aominecchi]

The idea of marrying someone from the Foster family, much more Elijah, makes Ethan nauseous. A beautiful bride at least would soothe things - not that the problem lies within having a groom. In fact, any other person other than that repulsive and obnoxious freckled son would do. However, here lies another question; Why does Ethan hate Elijah so much? Perhaps, the answer can be found deep within their past and how the two opposing families in the same business forced their sons to compete.

 

Elijah was always better in sports, whereas Ethan exceeded in academics. The other's athletic build and free spirited personality made Ethan furious, or rather jealous, because himself was not allowed to do anything his parents did not approve. Speaking of them, they weren't actually strict but quite the opposite, always encouraging Ethan to try out new things before settling down. Ethan on the other hand, translated their words into doing his best to not bring shame to his family unlike Elijah.

 

Ah, what a mysterious child he were. Still hating on Elijah and causing him misfortune out of spite, or envy.

 

Of course, at Elijah's presence, the model child cannot act like one. His innermost sadistic, if not twisted, thoughts wake up, wanting to subdue the other. "You whore." Ethan sneered behind his phone's screen, which he used as a shield in order to hide his rude remarks, in response to Eli's comment regarding him being a robocop. "I bet you already choked on someone's dick, seeing how thirsty for sex you are." His words so kind and polite as usual, pretending to check his phone for any messages. "Oh!" He then pretentiously exhaled, thinking he perhaps had to explain further. "Your adventures are quite known and great for gossiping. You are such a disgrace to your family, if they only knew what you were up to..."

 

How the rest of the time passed, Ethan has no idea but it felt like an eternity. A fake smile here, another polite gesture there. Such occasions tire him honestly. Perhaps, it is slightly amusing that he can pick on Elijah and come up with smart tauntings.

 

However, the future Step Father to be had the last laugh as he delivered the surprise, bringing a pleasant gasp to his parents.

 

Only that it was extremely unpleasant for Ethan, judging from his reaction as he almost choked on his food. And yet,

his expression shown no signs of discomfort. Maybe the ones who could tell where his mother and Eli whom were sitting right next to him as he graciously gasped for air, while at the same time not wanting to spit out the lobster bite on the plate. Even his face had turned red from suffocating, which started to worry his mother. "Ethan, darling..." She patted her son's back in an attempt to help him out.

 

Was this divine punishment for making fun of his fiance?

 

After the third pat, the lobster's shell flied out Ethan's mouth and landed on the table, just inches away from the plate and was covered in saliva and other processed food that rendered the whole bite a disgusting mass of trash. Well, that's just great, and in front of them too. Father just glanced over in disappointment, unphased by his son's tricks and tactics.

Yes, that's how he interpreted Ethan's near death experience, since he always held high expectations of his son. Ethan on the other hand caught a glimpse of his father's expression and then lowered his head with a soft sigh while his mother consoled him. Father always were strict unlike his mother.

 

"I am sorry." Ethan apologised after cleaning up his mouth and then forced a smile, despite the situation they were in and the foul mood caused by both parties. "I was very surprised." That was true indeed. "And... Well..." Quite honestly he struggled to find any words to answer with, as he were still shocked by the incident and of father's judging stare. He took took a deep breath and then briefly closed his eyes, exhaling slowly afterwards. Damn, he still felt like coughing from earlier. "Since you discussed everything with eacher, I suppose everything is settled then. I thank you for this wonderful gift. I am sure we will have a great time." Ugh... Did that do it? Or should he add more? Like mentioning souvenirs and the like. Ethan's hand unconsciously reached for his top shirt button and unbuttoned it as he stood up, almost feeling like suffocating. This time,

not from food but by his own father's expectations. "E- Excuse me. I... Need to use the bathroom for a while." He managed to smile, despite stuttering and then attempted to head towards the bathroom unless stopped.

[Shicchan]

As Ethan’s lovely words hit his ears, a cringe-y feeling coursed through his body by the thought of blowing that man’s cock. Or picturing that male in a sexual intercourse.

 

In fact, it must be a very boring experience… Poor people who actually had that unpleasing session. That is, if any, right?

 

The brunet chuckled quietly and placed his hand on his future husband’s thigh, patting it in a teasing manner since he had been so delighted with him. “Not today. You know, ‘honey’, that’s something I never tasted. And I’m not willing to lose that first time with you, don’t worry”, he winked in an irritatingly false seductive manner. “Unless you decide to let me take away that chastity of yours, maiden robot-boy”, he uses a deeper tone of voice to say so. After that guy called him a whore, he would act like one to him. He wanted to see him giving in to perversion and lust. Even though he didn’t really fancy guys, his pride would totally make him do that man.

 

“You're right. But I’m their only hope”, he says with a cold glare as he spoke about his family relationship, pulling his hand away. Joke time was over. That little mecha had the ability to judge! But it revolved around him being right and bothered about something his parents thought was wrong! What a surprise. “And you know what’s the best about it?”, he asked, pulling his hand away. “I can be free to do what I really want. And not forced to follow daddy’s wishes”. He said with a happy smile. His mother, who listened to the last part, gave her son a pinch on the unused arm. “Ugh… For the most part, until now”, he said then smiled at his mother and she gave him that don’t you dare to screw things up look. It was rather scary, to say the least.

 

What bothered young Elijah the most about that specific Clarke was exactly how “okay" he was with everything his parents and family told him to do. The guy had no personality of his own, they were just reflections of what the family needs, waits and has to have as an ideal. Sure, the guy was intelligent. But he had been completely brainwashed by his duty, and the legacy and the need to take care of what his blood relatives think it’s right. This freaky is on his way of becoming an empty shell, easily controllable, fully alienated. Family duties were worse than capitalism to that young man.

 

In any case, as their time flew as quickly as a penguin learning to fly, he found himself enjoying to needle the other through tauting, returning all the love and affection his lover-to-be had to shower him with.

 

What the older said sounded like distant sounds after the explosion, the breaking news! His eyes went from his mother, to his father then to whoever would speak. He was lost for a moment and felt that it was really hard to contain his anger from not being warned. Eli’s hand clenched into a fist and he sighed in an inaudibly way. How the hell was he supposed to have fun in a trip with this rude Siri?

 

“Oh, thank you dad”, he said with a fake smile on his lips. “I'm glad we have this pleasing scenario to get to know each other more”, the brunet said, lightly, not wanting to say more and sound even faker.

 

What also shocked him was to see how many emotions the mechanical fiancé displayed by the news. It was like Ethan was on the verge of exploding something… And his family didn’t seem to have the power to control that kind of explosion… That was a good thing to take not of. His suppressed explosive anger. Judging by that, Ethan was a clock bomb. And he wanted to be there for when it exploded against his family.

 

Elijah managed to calm himself down a little bit. He would have fun. If not with the other, by himself. He loved that place and he was determined that not even this lovely company was enough to ruin the trip.

 

Once the other walked away, his mother looked at the other woman and then at her own kid. “Eli, wouldn’t it be better if you checked on Ethan to see if he’s alright?”, she asked in a silent tone. It had been a few minutes since the other had disappeared through the restaurant. Maybe he was having a panic attack or something. Overheating in the system?

 

As much as he didn’t want to, Eli excused himself and went to the masculine bathroom’s door, knocking on it. “You alive, fiancé?”, the brunet man asked. “Is your system still working?”, he asked with a small smirk, even though he couldn’t see the other, he felt like he would get an angry grimace in return.

[aominecchi]

Ethan rarely experiences any panic attacks, but was it necessary to have one right now? Of course, it had to be in front of the Fosters nonetheless. His mother worriedly glanced over, until she lost sight of him and then back to her husband with a frown. Oh, the Patriarch of the Clarke family definitely caught the signal and then lowered his head as a form of apology. It must have been a countless times already since Ethan's mother has scolded Father for being too strict, resulting in Ethan having panic attacks when things just won't go right.

 

Though this time, perhaps Elijah had a hand in this. His mockery and teasing affected the other, not having any smart comments to say in return and thus he disappeared off to the bathroom as no way in hell would he allow the Fosters to witness him in such condition. He had to look the best in front of them.

 

A model son.

 

At the restroom, Ethan leaned towards the counter and then glanced at himself in the mirror, attempting to calm down himself. Controlled breaths seem to not be enough, hence he opted to loose a few buttons of his shirt and finally grasped for air. "An island." He repeated in a mimicking tone, followed by a short laughter. "A fucking... Island!" Well, the laugh certainly did not stop but it almost cracked, resulting in a very scary outcome. At this point, Ethan finds the idea so absurd that he has nothing to retort with. Instead, he raised his sleeves and placed his hands under the sink and then wet his face with cold water in hopes of having his mind cleared. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

 

Perhaps once more.

 

This time, Ethan ducks his whole head under the water, just in time for Elijah to knock on the door. "Ugh..." He grunted and turned off the faucet as he grabbed a nearby towel and attempted to dry most of what he could, though his hair still remained wet. Just look at that great timing. Either family must have sent this satan's spawn to check up on him, Ethan figures and then opens the door just enough for Eli to slip in before shutting in. "Look here." He breathed heavily as droplets were slowly dripping down his hair, while attempting to restrict Eli's movements by forcing him against the door. "You had your fun, but my patience has ran out. Honestly, you and your family tire me out. No. Actually, everyone tires me." Had he snapped already? At any rate, Ethan leaned closer to Eli with a wide grin and then attempted to hold his hand. If succeeded, it wouldn't be in a romantic way, nor a forceful way but more of a mocking touch, as he wanted to torment the other, and perhaps play with his feelings.

 

"Dear Darling." The words were uttered softly in contrast to his actions, with a tone of sarcasm. "Why don't you shut the fuck up and stop pretending? Just be the slut you always are, nobody will judge you. Oh, hell. I'll even be such a good fiance to you, that I will even allow adultery. Isn't that what you wanted? Go fuck other women? Or even men? I see you would do just fine with any genre, giving how thirsty for it you are." Quite honestly, he had enough of everyone's expectations of him and Eli seemed the perfect victim to lash out on. Ethan didn't necessarily mean everything he's said, however, he wouldn't apologise either.

 

His true character rarely surfaces. But when it does, everyone is scared of him.

 

His glance slowly fell lower, before moving up again with a chuckle. An idea had popped up "Ah..." He pretentiously exhaled and then gave a dramatic pause while still having Elijah pinned at the door. "I know what you need." A lesson to be taught. That would show him. "You just want love. But, I can't give you that. Too bad you'll get married to an unloving husband who doesn't treat you right. Who would have guessed that a proud Foster would end up like that? A pity indeed. Instead, I plan on making your life hell." Ethan lastly says and proceeds to forcefully kiss Elijah on the lips, maybe even add tongue if allowed before pulling back with a satisfactory grin. His only goal was to mess with his future fiance, even intimate him or scare him away.

 

There is no way he would agree to that marriage.

 

However, he cannot refuse in public, therefore, he swears he will make Elijah cancel this wedding first.

[Shicchan]

Elijah had enjoyed seeing his future husband in the verge of having a rage attack more than he should have. Even if he was pulled inside of the bathroom like that it was totally worth it. What was even more interesting was to see that model son during his explosion. He seemed much more like a real person talking like that.

 

That marriage was his chance to get rid of his parents’ wishes and commands to him. He would already be making them a huge favor, agreeing to share his life with Ethan, who was perfectly capable of taking care of both companies, once they were on the way of a business fusion. That guy was the key for him to work with what he really wanted and to achieve his dream of taking the risk and start his career as a musician. That’s what he wanted and he would do whatever was necessary to pursue his dream. Even live a married life to this man, if needed.

 

The brunet felt almost scared by that robocop’s humanity, however, he didn’t feel the need to fight back as he was pressed against the door. “Oh really, sweetie?”, he asked as he teasingly laced their fingers together. He was used to touch and wasn’t frightened by that at all.

 

Eli knew it was better to let the beast speak its mind before actually arguing back. He listened to his every word and took in a deep breath. “What a coincidence! We’re both done with our families’ shit, aren’t we? No? Aren’t you mad at your parents for making you, who has always done exactly what they wanted ever since you could talk, become the lovely groom of this Foster slut you hate so much?”, he said, looking at him in the eyes. “That’s so unfair…”.

 

As he leans closer and steals a kiss, the Foster widens his eyes. He could clearly understand he was willing to do anything to cancel the deal but of course… He wouldn’t allow it.

 

The freckled male returned the kiss and let their tongues fight for dominance. When they pulled away, Eli turned them around and pressed Ethan against the door, returning the lovely pinning he had received. He leaned closer to teasingly kiss his neck, really wanting to leave an enormous hickey in that fair skin. However, he didn’t want to die today. “I guess you’re already being corrupted by my lust, aren’t you, hubby?”, he asked, pressing his knee between the other man’s legs. “Or maybe you are just as horny as I am but… You gotta the perfect Clarke”, he smirked and lightly nibbled at his neck. “As much as I don’t want to pull away, our families are waiting for their lovebirds”, he says in a teasing manner then pulls back from the other.

 

He had to make sure to support every single blow from this clock bomb. Even if it meant to change his lifestyle. This marriage was gonna happen.

 

Elijah would endure.

[aominecchi]

Perhaps, there were more words uttered than needed. Suffice to say, that Ethan may not have truly believed them, but, he had to win this nonexistent argument somehow, as nobody insults a Clarke and gets away with it. It seems that a particular Foster always manages to easily bring out the beast in him.

 

Despite being provoked further, Ethan wanted to cease this ridiculousness.

 

He really would.

 

If Elijah had not dared to point out his weakness, or had he not pinned him against the door this time and notice his growing bulge. A complete disgrace, in front of the person Ethan despises the most. He really wished to disappear right that instant while Elijah's words about lust kept echoing in his mind.

 

Only a degrading chuckle towards Elijah escaped from his lips upon being reminded he has to be the perfect Clarke, sort of feeling like a wake up call. Had this emotional torture continued, Ethan swears he would succumb and fall on his knees, blaming his urges and desires for making him appear weak and vulnerable in front of that man.

 

After all, Ethan surprisingly is a very... prudish man, as his views on sex, pleasure and intimacy are rather outdated, though the excuse of not being interested is often used. However, he was interested. Evidently, by his slight yet visible blush that appeared on his cheeks under the guise of a mere chuckle, and suddenly, he feels like breathing again once Elijah pulled away.

 

It took several moments to find the right answer to respond with, or even come up with a smart comeback but he couldn't. He simply couldn't. All Ethan did, was to stay silent and move towards the mirror, proceeding to re-adjust his tie.

 

Damn that Foster boy.

 

He later walks out of the restroom and sits back to his chair, continuing this 'joyful' meal that never seemed to end. A nightmare indeed, his whole life and everything he's worked hard for, only to end up sharing it with the Fosters. Just at thought of it, Ethan clenches his fist under the table while glaring at Elijah,

only to be distracted by his mother.

 

"Dear, are you alright? Was there perhaps something in the food? We send it back."

 

Ethan shook his head negatively but did not touch his food again. "I am fine." He dryly replies and it is at the most unsuspected moment that he has a revelation which, quite honestly, felt godsent. Now if only... He could play it right and not raise any suspicions, then perhaps he could gain the Foster's trust and then destroy them.

 

"I was just feeling unwell, but I am better now." He continued calmly with a smile that wasn't genuine and attempted to avert the conversation. "I was just wondering about the trip. It doesn't seem like a bad idea and we could get to meet each other and even become closer. Thank you for booking this trip for us, it is a lovely gift."

 

Oh, he cannot wait for that trip to happen.